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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.