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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.