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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.