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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 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 The Vogues to the techno 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.