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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
The Move,
Jandek,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.