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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
CMW,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.