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 Chad 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.