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 Mauritius and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
the Association,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.