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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Scion,
The Litter,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.