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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.