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 Sierra Leone 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.