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 Denmark and from London.
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 Stockholm and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Youth Brigade to the rap 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.