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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.