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 India and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.