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 Iceland 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.