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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.