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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 The Offenders to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.