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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.