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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.