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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.