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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.