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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Zeros to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.