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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.