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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 snare 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 The Toasters to the dance 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.