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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.