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 Korea South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the disco 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.