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 Andorra and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lyres to the rock 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.