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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Jandek to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.