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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Junior Murvin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.