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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Knickerbockers to the crunk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.