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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Unwound to the jazz 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Crime,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.