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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.