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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Swans,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.