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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson 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?
Television,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.