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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
The Move,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.