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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.