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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the punk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Technova,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.