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 Colombia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Smiths to the dance 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.