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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.