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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.