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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
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.