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 Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.