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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.