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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 K-Klass 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.