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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the grime 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.