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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
MC5,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.