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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.