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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.