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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Morten Harket to the jazz 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.