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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.