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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 New York Dolls to the disco 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.