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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 kango's stein massive 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Magma,
Ossler,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.