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 Australia and from Paris.
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 Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.