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 Papua New Guinea 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.