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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
CMW,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.