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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the grunge 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Q65,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
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.