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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the dance 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 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 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?
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.