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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.