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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
This Heat,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Franke,
Amazonics,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.