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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.