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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Simply Red to the techno 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.