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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.