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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.