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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.