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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.