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 United Kingdom 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.