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 Guinea-Bissau and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.