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 Germany 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.