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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.