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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Q65,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.