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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Cymande to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
MDC,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.