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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Vainqueur 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.