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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Whodini to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.