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 Serbia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the rap 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.