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 Chile 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group 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?
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.