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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.