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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.