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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.