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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
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 Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Smoke to the rock 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.