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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.