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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Can,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.