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 Korea South and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.