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 Syria 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 a-ha 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Index,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.