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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.