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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.