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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.