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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.