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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.