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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.