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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.