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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Deakin,
ABC,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.