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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Fad Gadget 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.