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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
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 New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.