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 Tanzania 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.