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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.