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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.