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 Spain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.