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 Armenia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Vainqueur to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.