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 Lithuania 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mr. Review to the jazz 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.