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 Laos and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.