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 Guyana 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.