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 Peru 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Can,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.