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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 linndrum 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.