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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 synthesizer 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 Sugar Minott to the dance 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.