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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.