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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.