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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.