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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.