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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.