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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.