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 Uganda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Nico,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.