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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.