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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.