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 Mozambique and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the techno 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Television,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.