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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 sitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.