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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 H. Thieme to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.