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 Sao Paulo.
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 Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.