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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.