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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 E-Dancer to the techno 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.