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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Bluetip to the dance 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.