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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.