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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
The Names,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.