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 Qatar 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Quando Quango to the techno 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.