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 Nauru 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.