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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
The Busters,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.