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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
The Move,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.