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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the grime 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '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 Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Pole,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Faust,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.