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 Turkey 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.