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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.