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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.