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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Hardrive to the grime 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.