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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.