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 Brazil 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.