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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.