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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 The Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.