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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.