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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Faust,
Monks,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Unwound,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.