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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Pole,
the Human League,
Index,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.