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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Blake Baxter to the rock 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.