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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 mellotron 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 Franke to the punk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.