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 Mauritius 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.