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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Royal Trux to the funk 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.