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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.