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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 The Trojans 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.