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 Canada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Crime,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.