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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.