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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.