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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 oboe 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Mars,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.