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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Jacob Miller to the funk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth 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?
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.