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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 Cairo and Accra.
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 808 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 Babytalk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Cymande,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.