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 Malaysia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.