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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.