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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.