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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
MC5,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.