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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Icehouse to the rap 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.