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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the rock 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.