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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shadows of Knight to the techno 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Faust,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.