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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Gong,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.