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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Detroit Cobras to the funk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.