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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 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 Godley & Creme to the punk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.