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 Iraq and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 jazz 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.