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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.