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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 clarinet 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case 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?
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Ten City,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.