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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the techno 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.