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 Kiribati 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.