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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims to the grime 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Nico,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.