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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.