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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.