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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.