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 Georgia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Rekid to the rock 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.