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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Lalann,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.