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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.