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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Lungfish 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.