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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Q65,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Mars,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.