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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mandrill to the techno 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.