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 Afghanistan 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 The Saints 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.