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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Can to the jazz 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Darondo,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.