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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Darondo to the funk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.