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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 guitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Pagans,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.