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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.