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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.