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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.