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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.