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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Magma,
cv313,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.