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 Peru 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
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.