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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.