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 Algeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Parry Music to the rap 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Can,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.