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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronan to the rap 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.