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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.