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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Average White Band to the grunge 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.