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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.