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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.