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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.