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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.