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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Cybotron to the crunk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.