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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 oboe 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 Sonics to the crunk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.