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 France and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.