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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.