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 Sierra Leone 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.