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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Dave Clark Five 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.