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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
New Order,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.