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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.