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 Mauritania 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 jazz 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.