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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed to the disco 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks 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?
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Pole,
June of 44,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
cv313,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.