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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Selector Dub Narcotic 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.