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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.