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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Magma,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.