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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Shoche to the rap 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.