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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.