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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.