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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.