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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the rock 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
AZ,
Inner City,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.