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 Nicaragua and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.