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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Anakelly 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.