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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.