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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Nas,
Slave,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.