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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.