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 Vietnam 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Offenders to the jazz 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.