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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Goldenarms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.