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 Sweden 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.