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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.