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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.