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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.