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 Haiti 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.