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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.