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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Roxette,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.