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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.