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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.