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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Interpol,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.