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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 The Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.