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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.