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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Can,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Visage,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.