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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Scratch Acid to the rap 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.