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 South Sudan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Move to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Crime,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Nico,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.