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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.