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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.