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 Ecuador 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Detroit Cobras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis 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?
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.