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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.