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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Nico,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.