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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.