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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the rap 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.