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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Pylon,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.