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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.