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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the disco 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio 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?
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Television,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.