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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the disco 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.