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 Palau and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.