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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.