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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.