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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.