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 Brunei and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
The Move,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.