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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed to the crunk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.