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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the rap 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.