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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.