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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Technova to the jazz 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Cameo,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.