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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.