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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gories to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Wire,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Scion,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.