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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 The Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Slave,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.