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 Djibouti 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Nick Fraelich 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.