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 Uruguay and from London.
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 Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.