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 China and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Marc Almond to the jazz 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Swans,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.