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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Urselle,
John Holt,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.