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 Tajikistan 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
UT,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.