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 Czech Republic and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Henry Cow to the crunk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Darondo,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Das Ding,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.