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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.