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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.