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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.