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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.