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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.