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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Scion,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.