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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.