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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Wally Richardson to the disco 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.