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 Sweden 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.