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 Canada and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Can,
The Doors,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.