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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 The Alarm Clocks to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.