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 Tonga 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.