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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.