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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.