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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 snare 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 Cybotron to the funk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.