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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Lalann,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.