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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.