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 Greece and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fire Engines to the dance 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.