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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
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.