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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Q65 to the rap 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.