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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Lou Christie to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.