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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.