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 Slovenia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.