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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Franke,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.