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 Samoa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Names,
MC5,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Index,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.