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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
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Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.