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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Wings,
Index,
Cluster,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.