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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.