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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.