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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Japan,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.