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 China and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the rock 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.