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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 The Count Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.