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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.