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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.