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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.