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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Index,
Zapp,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.