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 Malta 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.