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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.