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 Niger and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.