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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.