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 Gambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.