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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Nico,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.