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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Josef K 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
June Days,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.