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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.