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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.