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 Poland and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
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.