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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.