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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.