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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Visage to the rap 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.