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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Human League to the electroclash 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.