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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.