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 Mexico and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.