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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Slave,
MC5,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.