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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians 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?
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.