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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jacques Brel 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Visage,
Nas,
Faraquet,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.