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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
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.