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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Christs to the funk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.