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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 the Sonics to the disco 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.