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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the disco 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.