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 Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Swans,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.