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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.