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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Aswad to the techno 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.