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 Spain and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
AZ,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.