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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Television,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.