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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.