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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Lower 48,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.