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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.