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 Dominica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Zapp,
John Holt,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.