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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
10cc,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.