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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the rap 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.