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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Brick,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.