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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.