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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Hoover,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.