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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Main Source,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.