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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.