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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 The Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.