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 India and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Wake to the punk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.