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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Nico to the rock 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.