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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.