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 Andorra and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire 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?
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.