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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Thee Headcoats 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.