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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Cluster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.