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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
UT,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.