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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.