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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.