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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 sitar 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire 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?
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Skarface,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.