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 Tonga 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.