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 Ireland 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quando Quango to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.