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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Ronan,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.