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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the funk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
UT,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Wire,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.