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 Chad 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Franke,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.