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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Magma,
PIL,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.