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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
X-101,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.