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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack 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?
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.