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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.