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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.