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 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.