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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.