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 Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.