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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Quando Quango to the disco 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.