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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Saints to the techno 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.