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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.