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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 This Heat to the techno 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.