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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Residents to the funk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.