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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.