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 Russia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.