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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the jazz 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.