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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.