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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 the Swans 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.