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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.