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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
The Names,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.