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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 spring reverb 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.