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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.