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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.