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 Estonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.