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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.