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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.