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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.