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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.