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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Slave,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.