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 Barbados and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.