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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.