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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.