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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Television,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Smog,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.