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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Swans to the grime 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
This Heat,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.