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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.