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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 London and Manila.
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 harpsichord 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 Second Layer 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.