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 Sierra Leone 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
JFA,
ABC,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.