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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.