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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fugs to the rock 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.