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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the punk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 linndrum and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.