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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.