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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
the Slits,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.