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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 clarinet 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.