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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.