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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Organ,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.