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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the punk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.