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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
the Association,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.