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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.