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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 PIL to the rap 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.