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 Somalia and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.