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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.