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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
June Days,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.