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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.