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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.