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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.