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 Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.