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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cosmic Jokers to the dance 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Aswad,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.