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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shoche to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.