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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index 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?
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Smog,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.