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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
UT,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.