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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.