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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 808 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 The Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.