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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 guitar 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Index,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.