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 Sudan 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.