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 Botswana 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.