Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by cv313. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.