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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Five Americans to the crunk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.