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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Hardrive to the grunge 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Hoover,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Smog,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.