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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 The Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos 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?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.