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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Holt to the grunge 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.