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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.