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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 Beijing and Bremen.
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 808 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
MDC,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.