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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.