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 Austria and from Paris.
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 Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins 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?
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.