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 Guyana and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.