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 Denmark 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.