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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
JFA,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.