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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 MDC to the funk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.