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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.