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 Poland 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.