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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.