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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.