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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.