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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.