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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.