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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.