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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.