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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Sonics to the jazz 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.