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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Lou Christie to the punk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. 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?
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Wire,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
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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.