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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.