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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.