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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker to the dance 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.