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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
X-102,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.