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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 the Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.