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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 snare 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.