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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.