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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.