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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.