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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 the Sonics to the rock 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.