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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smiths to the crunk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.