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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.