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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echospace 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.