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 Cyprus and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.