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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.