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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.