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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.