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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.