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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 New Order to the grunge 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.