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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 organ 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 Ituana to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.