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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.