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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.