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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.