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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 MC5 to the techno 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.