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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Procol Harum to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.