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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.