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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.