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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.