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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Blackbyrds to the punk 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 Holt. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.