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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.