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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
June Days,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.