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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Music Machine to the grunge 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.