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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.