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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 spring reverb 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 Scrapy to the rap 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
the Association,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.