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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.