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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.