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 United States 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.