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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.