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 Grenada 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Invisible 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.