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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.