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 Micronesia 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 guitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.