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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Brick,
X-101,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.