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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.