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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.