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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.