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 Syria 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.