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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.