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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.