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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.