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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the punk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.