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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.