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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Crime,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.