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 Panama and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.