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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
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.