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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.