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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.