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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.