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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Pole,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.