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 Libya 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.