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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.