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 Guyana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.