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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Invisible to the grunge 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
The Names,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.