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 Somalia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.