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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
MDC,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Oneida,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.