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 India 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Franke,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Can,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.