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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.