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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
June Days,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.