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 Armenia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
The Index,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.