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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Pole,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.